I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

After entering this world and accepting the system's conditions to play the role of Jian Shou, Chun Leshui clearly knows that there are some things that cannot be avoided.

A scumbag like Song Hanzhang is not the kind of ascetic hero in other novels who won't touch you if he doesn't like it.

Although he is not Chun Leshui's aesthetic orientation, when he first came to this world, Chun Leshui did not reject some unspeakable sports with him for the sake of the other party's handsome face, anyway. Also a handsome guy and a good size, he's just as good.

And for a man like him who lingers with countless lovers in the flowers, not to mention certain skills must be guaranteed.

At the beginning, Chun Leshui really thought so, but after he experienced it once, he found that he was wrong.

He underestimated Song Hanzhang, a dog man.

This man's scum is not only reflected in the various marital violence against Chun Leshui in his life, but also in the unmentionable sports below Jinjiang's neck, which fully expresses his scumbag attributes.

Chun Leshui doesn't know how he and other lovers are, but for him, Chun Leshui's final experience is beyond his consideration.

To say that the only thing he does well is that he never forgets to do his part for family planning, even though Chun Leshui can't have children.

In short, the non-mentionable exercise with Song Hanzhang above the neck is an extremely painful and joyless thing for Chun Leshui, and it is also a test of acting skills.

Simply put, in the past two years, Song Hanzhang has been surrounded by lovers, and there are very few times when Chun Leshui is used.

But the few experiences he had had also left an indelible psychological shadow on him.

Unexpectedly, when Song Hanzhang asked him to take a bath, Chun Leshui tightened his grip on his feet.

[What kind of medicine did this bastard take wrongly? I want you to go find your little three, little four, and little five, ah, what a hero to bully me! 】

[I can only poke around with a stick. You are such a big thing. If you can’t use it in your hand, you can chop it up and feed it to the chickens! ! ! 】

【The chicken did something wrong again. 】

【QAQ What did I do wrong again? Fuck. 】

Chun Leshui roared in his heart, every cell was filled with rejections, but due to the confinement of the role, he could not refuse any request from Song Hanzhang.

Unless Song Hanzhang reneged on his promise.

And will Song Hanzhang regret it?

He looked at Chun Leshui with the look in his eyes and wished he could burn two holes out of him. For a moment, he really felt that he had shit in his head and wanted to come here to find trouble. Which of his little lovers was not as cute and sensible as Chun Leshui, and would serve others. But only for a moment.

If he really left at this time, wouldn't that be as Chun Leshui wished?

He endured and endured, gritting his teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "What are you still doing?"

Chun Leshui blushed (red from anger), looked at Song Hanzhang hesitantly, and quickly lowered her head when she met his eyes, looking like a little daughter-in-law who was shy about what was about to happen and looked forward to it .

He put down the pillow: "Then I'm going to take a shower."

【Ah ah ah ah no, I can't sit still, I must find a way! 】

【Or I'll just give him a hammer and let him sleep forever? 】

Chun Leshui thinks this is really a good solution once and for all, there is nothing better than this.

From the living room on the first floor to the bathroom, Chun Leshui walked extremely slowly, looking around with his eyes, staring at the vase on the dining table for a while, and at the decorations by the handrail of the stairs for a while, seriously thinking about which one to use It's easier to kill with one hit.

Song Hanzhang's face completely darkened when he put his eyes on the crystal chandelier above his head.

The top floors of Lishuiwan are all large-scale duplex structures, known as sky villas. The living room is seven meters high. To suppress such a large space, it needs to be completed with the sense of weight or thickness of the furniture.

The chandelier above Song Hanzhang's head poured down from the ceiling and hung above the sofa, and the light height was at the same level as the second floor.

Such a big lamp, let alone a hundred catties, can smash Song Hanzhang into a meat paste when it falls directly.

Although he knew that it was impossible for Chun Leshui to let the chandelier fall to kill him, Song Hanzhang's face still sank and sank, and the fists around him tightened and loosened, and finally Chun Leshui's figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs When he got up, he glanced at the overhead lights, and then entered the bathroom on the first floor.

To be honest, Song Hanzhang has no interest in doing anything now, but even if he hurts himself, he will never make Chun Leshui feel better.

The water in the guest bath on the first floor was splashing, and the master bath on the second floor was also hot and steamy.

The bathroom on the second floor has a particularly good view. Next to the bathtub is a large and transparent floor-to-ceiling window. Chunle Shui usually likes to take a bath here. Lying on the side of the bathtub overlooking the night river view, you can even look across the mother river downstairs to the other side The lights are bright.

But today, Chunle Shui really can't arouse any interest in watching the night view.

Since he couldn't take the initiative to refuse Song Hanzhang's courtship, he had to find a way to save himself from the sea of ​​suffering.

Chun Leshui held her breath and submerged her mouth and nose into the water, leaving only a pair of eyes on the water surface. It seemed that she could only create an accident and carry out external intervention. After all, Chun Leshui used a similar method to interrupt Song Hanzhang's sex before. Sincerely.

It's just that this method is a bit labor-intensive, but if Song Hanzhang's skills are better, Chun Leshui will not torment himself so much.

Guys in their twenties live a pure and ascetic life, no different from monks.

At any rate, the monk still goes home from 007 to 24 after get off work, hugging his wife and children to warm up the kang. His position is [-], and he is on duty [-] hours a day.If it weren't for the freedom promised by the system...

wow.

Chun Leshui stood up from the bathtub, wiped the water off his face, and stepped on the tiles in the bathroom with his bare feet without a towel. Spread water stains.

Chun Leshui thought about it, but was still going to put on her pajamas.

He didn't want to be like Song Hanzhang, who was dizzy and exposed the bird outside.

That's too social.

The main bathroom is divided into three areas. The bathroom is divided into a shower room and a shower room. Outside the bathroom is a dressing table, and on the opposite side is a separate toilet.

Chun Leshui's clothes are usually placed outside the door before entering the bathroom. As he walked towards the door, he estimated in his heart the wrestling posture and the general injury situation he was waiting for, so as to control the injury to a less serious one. , but it must make Song Hanzhang unable to continue.

【It's best to fall with a slight concussion like Song Hanzhang did last time. 】

【As soon as he shakes, I spit him all over. 】

Song Hanzhang, who was walking to the door of the main bath, just heard this sentence.

Chun Leshui had also reached the door, he opened the door unconsciously, and before he could react, he was directly pressed against the wall by the rushing figure.

Behind Song Hanzhang's red/naked warm chest, Chun Leshui was pressed against the wall by the back of his neck, and he could only glance at him from the corner of his eyes as much as possible.

Chun Leshui was covered in white flesh against the silky and cold wall tiles, he couldn't help trembling, and called Song Hanzhang's name in a little panic: "Hanzhang..."

The emotions in these two words are five points true and five points false.

[It's over, it's over, why did Song Gou come up so quickly, I haven't had time to fall! 】

At the same time, this posture made Chun Leshui a little flustered. This posture should not be too convenient for Song Gou, please. If Song Hanzhang really wants to do some exercises here that cannot be mentioned below the neck, then wouldn't he want the chrysanthemum to fall today? !

too frightening.

Chun Leshui's mind was spinning fast, and she begged Song Hanzhang with a trembling voice: "Shall we... go to bed?"

Song Hanzhang didn't answer him, and Chun Leshui's hot breath blew into Chun Leshui's ears, and he could feel the slightly rapid chest rise and fall of the person behind him.

Song Hanzhang's eyes turned black, purely because he was angry with Chun Leshui.

How could there be such a hypocritical person as Chun Leshui in this world?

Since you hate him so much, why pretend to be affectionate?

Make it clear to grandpa earlier, wouldn't it be nice for everyone to have a good time and part ways?

In another trembling "Hanzhang", Song Hanzhang calmed down, he did not take him to the bed as Chun Leshui wished, nor let him go, he still cut Chun Leshui's arm backwards, holding him down The back of his neck pushed him against the wall.

The tile on Chun Leshui's chest was already warmed by his body temperature, he felt the restraint on the back of his neck loosen, and before he could make a move, Song Hanzhang had clamped his chin from behind and forced him to turn his head.

Song Hanzhang, who just took a shower, also has slightly wet hair. His eye sockets are deep, his eyebrows and eyes are naturally close, and the corners of his lips are neither upturned nor downturned. looks.

The heights of the two are almost the same. Although they are looking at each other at the same level, the sharp eyes that seem to have icy edges still give people a sense of oppression for no reason.

When facing Chun Leshui, he was always not stingy with showing his hostility, reminding Chun Leshui of what he had done.

Chun Leshui loved and feared him, and didn't dare to look at him for too long, she could only lower her eyes with flickering eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

【What the hell is this silly dog ​​doing?I'm going to break my hands and my neck, okay bro? ! 】

"Look at me." Song Hanzhang tightened the strength of his hands, Chun Leshui hummed softly, raised his eyes timidly, and Song Hanzhang's sullen face was printed in the moist eyes.

"Chun Le Shui," Song Hanzhang asked word by word, "Do you love me?"

[I'm sick, I love you. 】

Chun Leshui closed his eyes, and a tear rolled down his cheek: "Hanzhang, why don't you understand my feelings?"

"I liked you the first time I saw you. Do you still remember, the day grandpa took me home, you stood in the yard in a white shirt and smiled at me?"

The sun was very good that day, and the grass under Song Hanzhang's feet was shining green.

In Song Hanzhang that year, whether it was the broad shoulder blades under the white shirt or the slender and strong dry fingers, there was a sense of vigorous growth, just like the roses blooming brilliantly behind him.

This scene is a photo engraved in the original owner's heart that will never fade.

But Chun Leshui knew that Song Hanzhang was not smiling at the original owner at that time, he was just habitually pretending to be good in front of his grandfather.

What Song Hanzhang hated the most in his life was that someone lied to him.

Chun Leshui came to the Song family at the age of 15. He was obviously an orphan whose father had just died, but he could say hello to Song Hanzhang with a smile.

The son of a driver, he is meticulous and considerate in his work, which has won the favor of everyone in the Song family from top to bottom.

But it is such a simple and kind-hearted Chun Leshui who everyone loves, drugged him, and threatened him by taking bed photos. After being seen by his grandfather, he thought that he had forced Chun Leshui and made him responsible.

Song Hanzhang didn't believe that he didn't have a plan.

He has always wanted to tear off Chun Leshui's hypocritical mask, but he has never found the opportunity.

No matter how he tortured him, emotionally violent him, Chun Leshui's behavior had even confused Song Hanzhang. If he hadn't heard his heartfelt voice, he would almost have thought that the other party loved him deeply.

Song Hanzhang stared at that sincere face for a long time, he let go of Chun Leshui with a sneer, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth hurt Chun Leshui's eyes.

well.

Since Chun Leshui wants to play, he doesn't mind accompanying him.

Song Hanzhang didn't say anything, left Chun Leshui and left Lishuiwan.

Chun Leshui blinked, and a question mark slowly emerged from the top of her head.

Although Song Hanzhang didn't know what the wind was, he was relieved to keep the chrysanthemum for the rest of his life.

Luckily.